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Poem: The Bard

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He regaled us with his tales  as the snow fell outside  the fire crackled in the hearth  as we all sat in utter delight  at the tales he spun to entertain us all. We waited with bated breath the heroes on their journey in fantastical lands of light and dark their struggle against good and bad we cheered at all their victories. A story with song and voice resonating off the walls and rafters a magical performance that is not easily forgotten and remembered fondly at every chilly night.
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Poem: Use Your Eyes

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aperture where light  comes in  and translates  a vision  into reality a world opens up and mind experiences a different view but each encounter is a wholly unique way to see life enfold.
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Poem: The Energy of Rolling Water

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soothe the savage heart  remind them of a calm river  at the end of a storm  rolling water with angry rapids  eventually calm down  but it is still moving the energy is still there just under the surface it has not disappeared on the contrary it fuels it forward pushes it into tributaries makes it overflow its banks pushing fertile silt so plants can grow it races to the bay then to the ocean to join more powerful tides and bring change to the rest of the world  
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Poem: Sound under the Hood

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The thrum of an engine  well-tuned to specs  it purrs like a kitten it rumbles like soft thunder it feels like a smooth whiskey  poured at the bar  in a jazz club  barely noticeable in the moment  but at that first vibration  or that first sip from the glass or at the first rev of the pedal  a warm comforting feeling your soul says "There it is."
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Poem: Broken Eggshells

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Ragged and broken eggshell edges tossed into the compost heap  it protected  a fragile yellow yolk even as thin and fragile as it is that makes it easily crushed its usefulness ended time breaks it down into elements but in death  springs new life  so in the long run they were not  that useless  after all
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Poem: Who Do I See When I Look at My Screen?

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A writer like me  scribbling words  words and words  for others to read  digest and analyze  An artist like me  paint on canvas  pen on the screen  for others to see  judge and criticize  A musician like me strum softly on strings or warble a beloved tune for others to hear and enjoy sing and dance That is who I see  deep within the depths  of the electronic sea  I smile when I view  their creative works
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Poem: Codicil

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 CODICIL:  Added at the end of a straightforward message, there comes note to the solicitor: "At the end of the day  I could reveal  all sorts of secrets  written in my will  but that would double  the size of the document  so come with me  on a trip down memory lane   use the map enclosed  and the clues within  to unlock these truths  for yourself." Would it be riches? Scintillating gossip? Even if you gain nothing, it would be an adventure.
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